On trouvera ci-joint l'intégralité du poème d'Hopkins.
Les parties en couleur sont celles qui ont été utilisées
On y distingue, selon la couleur,
- le chanté,
- le parlé-chanté (Sprech),
- le parlé modulé,
- le parlé simple.
Le texte en italique est l'occasion
de courtes vocalises.
Dans la dernière strophe, une petite modificaton
au troisième vers (him à la place de us) ajuste
le texte à l'hommage rendu à mon père.
PART THE FIRST
- Thou mastering me
- God ! giver of breath
and bread ;
- World's strand, sway of the sea ;
- Lord of living and dead ;
- Thou hast bound bones and veins
in me, fastened me flesh,
- And after it almost unmade, what with dread,
- Thy doing : and dost thou touch me afresh ?
- Over again I feel thy finger and
- I did say yes
- O at lightning and lashed rod ;
- Thou heardst me, truer than tongue,
- Thy terror, O Christ, O God ;
- Thou knowest the walls, altar and hour and night :
- The swoon of a heart that the sweep and the hurl of thee trod
- Hard down with a horror of height :
- And the midriff astrain with leaning of, laced with
fire of stress.
- The frown of his face
- Before me, the hurtle of hell
- Behind, where, where was a, where was a place ?
- I whirled out wings that spell
- And fled with a fling of the heart
to the heart of the Host.
- My heart, but you were dovewinged,
I can tell,
- Carrier-witted, I am bold to boast,
- To flash from the flame to the flame
then, tower from the grace to the grace.
- I am soft sift
- In an hourglass - at the wall
- Fast, but mined with a motion,
- And it crowds and it combs to the fall ;
- I steady as a water in a well,
to a poise, to a pane,
- But roped with, always, all the
way down from the tall
- Fells or flanks of the voel, a vein
- Of the gospel proffer, a pressure, a principle,
- I kiss my hand
- To the stars, lovely-asunder
- Starlight, wafting him out of it ; and
- Glow, glory in thunder ;
- Kiss my hand to the dappled-with-damson west :
- Since, tho' he is under the world's splendour and wonder,
- His mystery must be instressed, stressed ;
- For I greet him the days I meet him, and bless when
- Not out of his bliss
- Springs the stress felt
- Nor first from heaven (and few know this)
- Swings the stroke dealt -
- Stroke and a stress that stars and storms deliver,
- That guilt is hushed by, hearts are flushed by and melt -
- But it rides time like riding a river
- (And here the faithful waver, the faithless fable and miss).
- It dates from day
- Of his going in Galilee ;
- Warm-laid grave of a womb-life grey ;
- Manger, maiden's knee ;
- The dense and the driven
Passion, and frightful sweat ;
- Thence the discharge of it, there
its swelling to be,
- Though felt before, though in high flood yet -
- What none would have known of it,
only the heart, being hard at bay,
- Is out with it ! Oh,
- We lash
with the best
- Word last !
How a lush-kept plush-capped sloe
- Will, mouthed to flesh-burst,
- Gush ! - flush the man, the being with it, sour or sweet,
- Brim, in a flash, full ! - Hither then, last or first,
- To hero of Calvary, Christ's feet -
- Never ask if meaning it, wanting it, warned
of it - men go.
- Be adored among men,
- God, three-numberèd form ;
- Wring thy rebel, dogged in den,
- Man's malice, with wrecking and storm.
- Beyond saying sweet, past telling of tongue,
- Thou art lightning and love, I found it, a winter and warm ;
- Father and fondler of heart thou
hast wrung :
- Hast thy dark descending and most art merciful then.
- With an anvil-ding
- And with fire in him forge thy
- Or rather, rather then, stealing as Spring
- Through him, melt him but master him still :
- Whether at once, as once at a crash Paul,
- Or as Austin, a lingering-out swéet skill,
- Make mercy in all of us, out of us all
- Mastery, but be adored, but be adored King.
PART THE SECOND
- "Some find me a sword ; some
- The flange and the rail ; flame,
- Fang, or flood" goes
Death on drum,
- And storms bugle his fame.
- But wé dream we are rooted in earth -
- Flesh falls within sight of us, we, though
our flower the same,
- Wave with the meadow, forget that there must
- The sour scythe cringe, and the blear share
- On Saturday sailed from
- Take settler and seamen, tell men with women,
- Two hundred souls in
the round -
- O Father,
not under thy feathers nor ever as guessing
- The goal was a shoal,
of a fourth the doom to be drowned ;
- Yet did the
dark side of the bay of thy blessing
- Not vault them, the million of rounds of thy mercy not reeve even them
- Into the snows she sweeps,
- Hurling the haven behind,
- The Deutschland,
on Sunday ; and so the sky keeps,
- For the infinite air is unkind,
- And the sea flint-flake, black-backed in the
- Sitting Eastnortheast, in cursed
quarter, the wind ;
- Wiry and white-fiery and whirlwind-swivellèd snow
- Spins to the widow-making
unchilding unfathering deeps.
- She drove in the dark to leeward,
- She struck - not a reef or a rock
- But the combs of a smother of sand :
night drew her
- Dead to the Kentish Knock ;
- And she beat the bank down with her bows and
the ride of her keel :
- The breakers rolled on her beam with ruinous
- And canvas and compass, the whorl and the
- Idle for ever to waft her or wind her with,
these she endured.
- Hope had grown grey hairs,
- Hope had mourning on,
- Trenched with tears, carved with cares,
- Hope was twelve hours gone ;
- And frightful a nightfall
folded rueful a day
- Nor rescue, only rocket and lightship, shone,
- And lives at last were washing away :
- To the shrouds they took, - they shook in the hurling
and horrible airs.
- One stirred from the rigging
- The wild woman-kind below,
- With a rope's end round the man, handy and
- He was pitched to his death at a blow,
- For all his dreadnought breast and braids
of thew :
- They could tell him for hours, dandled the
to and fro
- Through the cobbled foam-fleece. What could
- With the burl of the fountains of air, buck
and the flood of the wave ?
- They fought with God's cold -
- And they could not and fell to the deck
- (Crushed them) or
water (and drowned them)
- With the sea-romp over the wreck.
- Night roared, with the heart-break hearing
a heart-broke rabble,
- The woman's wailing, the crying of child without
- Till a lioness arose breasting the babble,
- A prophetess towered in the tumult, a virginal tongue told.
- Ah, touched in your bower of bone,
- Are you ! turned for an exquisite
- Have you ! make words break from me here
- Do you ! -
mother of being in me, heart.
- O unteachably after evil, but uttering truth,
- Why, tears ! is it ? tears ; such a melting, a madrigal
- Never- eldering revel and river of youth,
- What can it be, this glee ? the good you have there of your own ?
- Sister, a sister calling
- A master, her master and mine ! -
- And the inboard seas run swirling and hawling ;
- The rash smart sloggering brine
- Blinds her ; but
she that weather sees one thing, one ;
- Has one fetch in her : she rears herself
- Ears, and the call of the tall nun
- To the men in the tops and the tackle rode
over the storm's brawling.
- She was first of a five and came
- Of a coifèd sisterhood.
- (O Deutschland,
double a desperate name !
- O world wide of its good !
- But Gertrude, lily, and Luther, are two of a town,
- Christ's lily and beast of the waste wood :
- From life's dawn it is drawn down,
- Abel is Cain's brother and breasts they have sucked the same.)
- Loathed for a love men knew in them,
- Banned by the land of their birth,
- Rhine refused them. Thames would
ruin them ;
- Surf, snow, river and earth
- Gnashed : but thou art above,
thou Orion of light ;
- Thy unchancelling poising palms were weighing the worth,
- Thou martyr- master : in thy sight
- Storm flakes were scroll- leaved flowers,
lily showers-sweet heaven was astrew in them.
- Five ! the finding and sake
- And cipher of suffering Christ.
- Mark, the mark is of man's make
- And the world of it Sacrificed.
- But he scores it in scarlet himself
on his own bespoken,
- Before time- taken, dearest prizèd
and priced -
- Stigma, signal, cinquefoil token
- For lettering of the lamb's fleece, ruddying
of the rose-flake.
- Joy fall to thee, father Francis,
- Drawn to the
Life that died ;
- With the gnarls of the nails in thee, niche of the lance, his
- Lovescape crucified
- And seal of his seraph-arrival ! and these thy daughters
- And five- livèd and leavèd favour and pride,
- Are sisterly sealed in wild waters,
- To bathe in his fall-gold mercies, to breathe in his all-fire glances.
- Away in the loveable west,
- On a pastoral forehead of Wales,
- I was under a roof here, I was at rest,
- And they the prey of the gales ;
- She to the black-about air, to the breaker,
- Falling flakes, to the throng that catches
- Was calling "O Christ, Christ,
come quickly" :
- The cross to her she calls Christ to her, christens her wild-worst
- The majesty ! what did she mean ?
- Breathe, arch and original Breath.
- Is it love in her of the being as her lover had been ?
- Breathe, body of lovely Death.
- They were else-minded then, altogether, the men
- Woke thee with a we are perishing
in the weather of Genesareth.
- Or is it that she cried for the crown then,
- The keener to come at the comfort for feeling the combatting keen ?